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    Wrong Side of Heaven.

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    Kite Wilhelm
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    Posts : 738
    Guild : Sabertooth
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    Age : 27
    Experience : 23,025

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    Character Name: Kite Wilhelm
    Primary Magic: Flame Demon Slayer
    Secondary Magic: NetherFlame Demon Slayer

    Wrong Side of Heaven.

    Post by Kite Wilhelm on Fri 3 Jun - 23:34

    Kite Wilhelm
    Faith won’t always save you. My flames will do that instead.


    The Tailspin was flying North towards the current destination, and on board was one other than Kite from Sabertooth. Moments ago he was in the guild hall enjoying some coffee and relaxing when he took notice of a new flyer being posted on the job board. Out of pure curiosity Kite got up from his table and was the first to go over and read it. A smirk had formed from the lips of the demon slayer after he read the details in full, ”Talk about a cake walk.“ he would say to himself stuffing the paper into his pocket before he threw back the rest of his coffee and made his way through the guild and onto the docks where the Tailspin had been parked. The ramp was down and he walked up it and entered the expansive Cargobay only to be instantly greeted by his newest travel companion EDI. “Welcome aboard Captain.” Kite would smile at the greeting and proceed to head up the catwalk stairs scaling to the upper most level of the cargobay and would only stop once he reached the dining area where he would take a seat and pull out the paper and lay it on the table, ”EDI we have a job.“ he would tell her, prompting her to ask the usual question. “Anything good? And what is the destination. ”We are flying north just past the desert’s edge where there is a bit of forest before it turns into all mountains, there in that wooded area is a bandit encampment.“ He would say to her only to pause for a moment, ”A large group of bandits decided they would raid a caravan that was on it’s way Shirotsume.“ EDI would respond with a question of her own. “What was the caravan delivering?” Kite would shrug ”Can’t say. Shirotsume is a small but richy place, it’s possible it was fur or some other sort of trade. Either way the shipment got hijacked and the goods stolen.“ EDI would fire up the ship’s engines which would roar to life and settle only letting a small humming be the only noise to be heard until take up, “So are we going to retrieve the goods?” she would ask but Kite would shake his head with a more serious look forming on his face,”The job didn’t mention anything about retrieving the stolen goods. I guess they figure that the goods were either already sold off, destroyed or no longer worth it either case that isn’t the priority. During the raid someone got killed so my purpose is to destroy the camp entirely. Shut it down.“ No response would be made by the AI other than the turbines on wings spinning to life causing a sudden downward force onto Kite as the ship lifted into the air. “No time to waste Captain.” Kite would smile at her enthusiasm. ”Got that right. Fly us high and keep a lookout EDI. I’m heading to my bunk to prep for the job. “

    With EDI already rocketing towards the desert Kite would enter his bunk get ready for the mission, it wouldn’t take long for the ship to reach the destination so time was short. Kite was already wearing his Black shirt, fatigues and boots but once in the room he put on his blue ribbed long sleeve coat and hooked the buttons together. He would then pull from a rack mounted on the wall his newest weapon Divine Rose, a lacrima saber he managed to pick up by sheer luck. The would sling it over his back and from the sword roots would wrap around the sword creating it’s own scabbard with a single root would wrap around his torso diagonally and would be secure against his back. Kite would climb up the ladder and once he would reach the top he would pull the panel to his room shut and head up to the cockpit. ”How’s it looking?“ he would ask EDi while looking out the window. “Very good, I have located the base you are going to attack but there is a complication..” Kite would hear the hesitation ”What...what is it?“ Kite would ask EDi who would respond, “I am circling the ship back now, if you go to the cargo bay you can see yourself, I opened the bomb door.” Kite would nod and make his way out of the cockpit only to stop when EDI spoke “Good Luck Kite.” Kite would nod ”tell that to the bandits.” he would then make his way to the cargobay, the draft coming up from the open door in the floor. Kite would lean over the side to look down only to see shards of ice and fireballs whizzing across the camp. ”Huh. Looks like they started the party without me.“ He would say outloud and EDI would reply “Want me to land?” Kite would smile ”Nah keep her airborne and wait for my signal. I got this.“ He would say before taking a step off the edge and would free fall towards the ground. Only when he got close enough would he use his flames to guide him towards the area where the ice and fire were being shot from. Using his fire rocket he would be pushed towards a bandit with is fist already on it's way to the bandit's face. The force of the punch would slam the bandit into the ground causing a small imprint to be made in the ground where he landed. He would use his fire rocket again but this time as a means to flying shoulder tackle a bandit who was readying a fireball to hurl across the way. He would instead go flying into the wooden fence surrounding the camp. The ice bandit would turn his attention to Kite and throw an Ice spear directly at him. Much quicker than the bandit expected Kite caught the Ice spear inches from his face and would smirk, ”Ice Huh? How unlucky for you!“ He would shout as the ice would melt in his hand. The bandit would make an shield made of ice trying to block what would come next but it would be to no avail. ”Flame Demon’s Rage!!“Kite would open his mouth and would unleash a steady stream of white flames onto the ice bandit’s defenses, melting it in seconds and the flames would smash into the bandit sending him crashing into a small hut catching it on fire in the process. People would exit the building on fire as well screaming and exiting the camp.
    ”Yeah you better run!“

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    job Description:
    Job Title: Angels and Demons
    Rank:
    A - Rank
    One Time Only
    Neutral Job

    Player Requirements:
    Either 1(or 2) A rank, or 2x B Ranks
    OR
    A combination of 1 A rank + 1 B Rank
    No more than 2 wizard

    Job Requirements:
    400 words per post, 40 posts minimum
    Complete all 6 waves
    Amount of rolls is dependent on wave

    Job Location:
    Heaven (Unknown Lands)

    Job Description:
    Walking along the road, you and your partner come across a strange sight. A crack in the air lays before you. Looking into it, you both spot a world filled with light, and hear a humming sound from within beckoning you to enter. Inside, there's a world where winged beings with human bodies fly about. On notices you and immediately stops you from moving any further into its home. The being appears to be female, wielding a staff with sharpened edges. She doesn't know either of you, but since you're not from her world she assumed you to be demonic invaders. Her logic is, to prove your selves to not be invaders you must fight in a Colosseum type building. You don't know exactly when the onslaught will end, but if you want to leave alive you'll have to prove yourselves.


    Wave Rolls
    1 1
    2 2
    3 4
    5 6
    6 Boss


    Enemies:
    Weak: 2x Poop Shoveller Angels
    They have poop covered shovels and are VERY skilled at smacking you with them. They deal 30HP damage per hit and have a 150HP gauge.

    Normal:Angelic Warrior
    Wielding a single sword, they have pretty average skills and know no magic. They can fly at normal sprinting speed, and have 250HP. Their swords deal 35 damage per hit.

    Strong:Guardian Angel
    These guys wield swords made of pure light, and a shield also made of light. They have the durability of a Legendary(+) weapon and armour respectively. The sword deals 40 damage per hit. While they know no magic, they are able to fly at 20mph and are extremely skilled with their swords. They have 400HP, but will admit defeat if knocked down to 50HP.

    Boss: Gabriella, the Archangel
    The divine Archangel known as Gabriella, a woman who's beauty is beyond words. She has the whitest wings of all the angels, so pure that it even glows with while lights. She is immune to Light element attacks, cannot be stunned, poisoned, burned, corrupted, or slowed. She has the ability to fly, but has a sense of honor that will make it so she will remain on the ground if you cannot fly. She knows 5 spells, and uses 2 Artifact(+) rank swords that each have 2 abilities on them. Her attacks with melee deal 50HP damage per sword. Suriel is an A Rank opponent with 1,000 HP that you and your ally must take down.

    Purge D Deals 20HP Damage to all within 15 meters of Suriel (3 post cooldown)
    Rebuke C Deals 15HP damage to all within 30 meters, and an additional 10HP damage every post for 4 posts.
    Seal B Reduces the MP of both players by 30, deals 25 HP damage to 1 player (1 use only)  
    Compel A Both players begin to see the light, the error of their ways... nope that's a massive blast of light that's gonna deal 32 damage to all within 60 meters of Suriel and then burn them for 20 damage every post for 2 posts. (7 post cooldown)
    Smite S Deals 100 Damage to all within 200 meters of Suriel, deals 50 damage the next post, 25 damage the post after that, and another 100 damage the post after that, then 25 more damage after that post to round it off (1 use only)
    Weapon 1
    Wings S Suriel can fly
    Stun S Opponents of equal or lower rank are paralyzed for 1 post from being hit by this blade. This cannot paralyze the same opponent within 4 posts of a previous paralyzation.
    Weapon 2
    Loop S 1 time per 5 posts Suriel can reflect an attack back to the attacker
    Burn S Opponents hit by this sword will suffer a burn that deals 25 damage per post for 4 posts. This cannot burn the same person within 5 posts of a previous burn, and does not stack

    After beating Gabriella, she'll apologize for having confused you for a demon. She states 'as you weren't ripped apart by our holy attacks, you couldn't possibly be demonic.' as her reasoning behind this epiphany of hers. As a way to make up for her forcing you to fight for your life, you (both is in group) are taught to channel spells through your body more efficiently, allowing you to learn an additional spell.




    Reward:


    2x A Rank XP
    1x B Rank Spell Slot


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    Name: Kite Wilhelm
    Position: Demon Slayer
    Primary Magic: Flame Demon Slayer
    Secondary Magic:Nether Flame Demon slayer
    Guild: Sabertooth
    Rank:A

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    Re: Wrong Side of Heaven.

    Post by Guest on Sat 4 Jun - 1:39

    I HAVE BECOME DEATH
    the destroyer of worlds
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    "What in God's name makes you think I want to go to some bandit encampment and decimate the entire thing?" Marceline snapped at no one in particular.

    "I didn't ask for you to do this; I am ordering you to go to that camp and claim those bandits' souls as your own," a voice demanded in her head. "As my servant, you are to obey my orders and if you do not obey what your master commands, there will be punishment."

    A defeated sigh escaped Marceline's lips as Death pulled one of the most evil cards that he had up His sleeve. As a servant to Him, she could not defy what He ordered of her, even if it meant taking the lives of innocent people. While she didn't mind doing such a daunting task, she felt that it disrupted the balance of life and death in the world. However, Death was in control of what was meant to die and what wasn't, so He knew what He was doing she digressed.

    "All right. I'll head down to the bandit encampment later today and take care of it if that is what Master so chooses," she responded reluctantly. A dismal look crossed over Marceline's face as she crumpled up the job flier in her hand and stuffed it down her bra. With no pockets to store the piece of paper in, her bra was the only other place that she could stick things in and carry them around with her. She looked back at the Job Augur, seeing how its single eye had been staring at her the entire time, listening to her conversation. In all honesty, she had forgotten she was even in the Hall of Attainment still and now, she felt mildly embarrassed at being seen. Hopefully, the Augur wouldn't gossip about her crazily talking to herself, even though she had been talking to a voice in her head. Marceline sweat-dropped at the thought of that, as that made her sound crazy to herself, just like it did to the Augur.

    Augurs were smart beings, however, so perhaps, it knew that she had the voice of Death residing in her mind. This brought some relief to her and she bowed lightly to the Augur before heading out of the office and back down the hallway of the Hall of Attainment. Once she had exited the Hall of Attainment, she did not cross over to the Hall of Respite for a decent meal, but turned down a corridor that was full of doors. Each of these doors led to a different destination located on Earthland, most to places she had been to previously. Her eyes skimmed along as she looked over each of the obsidian plaques on the topmost part of the doorway, engraved each with a specific name. She soon came across a door that was titled what she was looking for and grabbed the door handle, turning and opening it. As always, she was greeted by a cavern wall blocking her way to the place that she needed to go, but she knew how to open it.

    One hand pressed diligently against the cold stone and she closed her eyes, concentrating on where she wanted to go. The stone wavered underneath her hand, even though she felt as if the wall hadn't moved an inch from its place. When she opened her eyes again, she was blessed with a visage that looked to be a dirt pathway leading both left and right. Marceline stepped through the portal that had been opened up and landed gracefully onto the grass and dirt of the new world she was. However, the moment she had stepped foot onto the land of the new destination, the grass was met with death and the trees bowed in her presence. Sighing, the death mage paid no mind to the natural occurrence of her magic and took the right way of the path. This led her deeper into wherever she happened to be going and in the distance, she could hear the shouting and tyranny of men.

    With that calm stride of hers, she continued down the path, ever nearing the place that she was meant to be at. The voices became louder, more urgent and volatile, most like the men that were sure to be the ones that had raided a caravan. It sounded as if they were fighting over their prized possessions, like they couldn't decide which best things went to who. None of this mattered to Marceline, however, for it was not what they were fighting over, but that they had to die. Retaining that emotionless stature and expression upon her face, the woman sauntered into the eastern part of the encampment. Her magic violated the area around her as she entered, catching the eye of the men who were spit-balling each other with their magic.

    "Hello, boys," the dark mage called out to them in a seductive voice, beaming an alluring smile in their direction.

    One of the bandits whistled at her, the others merely stared until they were able to close their mouths and lick up their drool. She chuckled at their stereotypical actions, raised a hand and shot one dead in the head with a bullet of death energy. The man dropped to his knees and fell flat on his face, blood pooling around his body from the bullet's exit hole. Her ruby red optics fluttered from the dead man to the remaining bandits, who had now started stepping back from her.

    "L-look," the first of the men stated, "we dun w-want no trouble with ya, ma'am, we were jus' campin' out here wit our loot."

    "Yeah, we dun want no trouble, liddle Missy! We just wanna hang here 'n' divide our treasure 'mongst ourselves," another piped up.

    "Can't'cha find it in yur heart to spare us a good one and let us live the day to enjoy our catch?" a third inquired.

    Marceline's eyes darted from the first of the bandits, to the second, and finally to the third as they all spoke to her. She pursed her lips and wondered if sparing them was the right choice, then she recalled her master telling her punishment would ensue if she didn't kill them off. Breathing in deeply, the young maiden turned her gaze back to the first bandit and tilted her head a little, looking him over. "Such a shame that you have to die; you were an awfully handsome man. . . could've had a wonderful night with you," she answered them. Her hand moved from the dead body to point at the forehead of the assailant, letting loose another death bullet. He fell with his comrade, his body toppling over to rest back to back with the first of the men to have died. Glancing away from the now dead bandit, she let her gaze shift between the two remaining men as she thought.

    "Eeny meeny, miny, moe, catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollers, let him go, eeny, meeny, miny, moe," she sang out. "My mother told me to pick the very best one and you are not it, you dirty, dirty dishrag. . . YOU!" Marceline finished the little nursery rhyme with a smile and pointed her finger at the third bandit, shooting him in the head as well. By the time three of the four bandits had been counted out, there was a mass of blood pooling around the bodies. Her eyes snapped toward the final of the bandits, who stared back at her with wide eyes and a fearful look. Instantly, the man turned around and began running away from her, rushing toward the westward part of the encampment. Sighing, Marceline dropped her hand to her side and silently followed after the man, but at a slower pace than usual.

    This was where she drew in closer to where Kite was battling more of the riled up bandits who were fighting over stolen goods. The slow walk that Marceline proceeded with allowed for her death aura to snake its way around the thirty-five meter radius. She being the epicenter, the halfway point of the circle, most of the encampment was swallowed up by her death magic. Grass turned brown, shrubbery dropped their leaves and crumbled to ash, trees bowed their branches and lost their leaves. . . It was a decimation of the land as one knew it, leaving nothing behind, but the evidence that death had wracked this place. Tents were shredded and left to hang in pieces, fire pits were instantly drained of the oxygen and puffed out; all was lost. And as she advanced toward Kite's location, the snaking, invisible tendrils reached out and tugged at the life force of all things living.

    Yet as she neared her future job partner, a hand snaked around her waist and held her taunt, causing an oof to leave her lips as she could not longer move forward. Curious to know what had stopped her, the magus looked down to find a burly, hairy arm wrapped around her waist. She frowned at this and placed her hands on the man's arm, instantly starting a decay effect on the limb. Marceline tried to tug the arm off of her, but she found that it was held tightly against her, locked in place. "Let me go, you big oaf!" she ordered, slamming a fist down onto the muscular arm of the leader of the bandits.

    "I don't think that's going to happen, pretty kitty," the man whispered into her ear, using his other hand to brush her hair behind her ear. That hand released her hair to move down and grope her breast, squeezing it tight until it was meant to hurt her.

    "I won't have this! Unhand me or I'll scream!" she stated, writhing around in the man's grip, only to stop when he groped her. It appeared that he was not going to release her, however, as the hand around her waist had now moved down to unbutton her shorts. None of this would truly affect, no feeling in that clay body of hers, but it was still an unsavory experience for her. She went to slam the heel of her combat boot into the top of the man's foot, but she subsequently missed the mark. When that didn't hit, she moved her elbow to dig it into his side, but that didn't seem to work either. The man only laughed at her feeble attempts as she tried to break herself free from the iron grip of his. His hand stuck itself into her shorts, while the other hand worked her breast, and he bit down on her neck for a savory taste.

    This broke her and like she had threatened, Marceline let out a high-pitched scream in hope that someone would hear her.
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    Kite Wilhelm
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    Posts : 738
    Guild : Sabertooth
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    Age : 27
    Experience : 23,025

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    Character Name: Kite Wilhelm
    Primary Magic: Flame Demon Slayer
    Secondary Magic: NetherFlame Demon Slayer

    Re: Wrong Side of Heaven.

    Post by Kite Wilhelm on Mon 6 Jun - 22:29

    Kite Wilhelm
    Faith won’t always save you. My flames will do that instead.


    Satisfied with how the start of this little raid was going Kite would continue his mission by causing as much destruction as he could on the encampment and on any who would oppose him. He would watch as many people would exit the burning buildings and huts and literally run for the hills using the hole that he left in their now broken fence with some actually screaming for their lives. Kite had expected every person on this side of the camp to flee and a vast majority of them had done just that save the small handful of men, five in total would stand in a circle around him. Four of the men didn't impress Kite all that much, they were scrawny and had no trace of magic power just basic clubs and maces. The fifth one however didn't has a slightly different judgment cast upon him. He was a tall man just a hair taller than Kite was and much more muscular, and on each shoulder was a massive war hammer which showed that the man was significantly stronger than his fellow bandits as it would take most average to adept warriors to wield just one of those hammers with two hands. Kite was very much interested in meeting this man in battle but first he must go through the four weaklings. Kite’s aura would rise once as a means to show them just what he could do if he wished it but then let that aura extinguish so that only his slightly increased  body heat was all that could be felt. ”The sad thing is, even without my magic the four of you don't stand a chance against me.“ Kite would say announcing his self imposed handicap and would take up a fighting stance. In most situations the person surrounded would sit and wait to see what the opposition would attempt to do but Kite wasn't passive in that sense, in a fight he was always the aggressive party and he was about to show these men that. The man that Kite was facing to his right would be the first to feel Kite’s aggression. Kite would charge from his spot and close the gap between himself and the bandit slamming him with a stiff arm clothesline slamming the back of his head into the ground. The man laid there and held the back of his head which was a clear sign that Kite could break focus from him and shift it to one of the other three. The most threatening was the on flanking on Kite’s left with a knife in his right hand, blade up and looking to shank the demon slayer. Kite would meet the man’s attack by reaching out with his right hand and taking a firm grip on the bandit’s right wrist. Kite would give a slight pull, jerking the man’s knife hand to Kite’s right hand side and at the same time Kite would pivot in that direction and would press his left hand into the bandit’s elbow and would rotate further to the right,busing leverage and pressure to cause the bandit to land belly down on the ground with Kite’s still stiffened arms pressing hard into the subdued man’s knife arm using his body weight until Kite slid his left knee in so he was pressing his knee right above his elbow joint and propped his right leg up as if he were taking a knee but he positioned his leg more to the side for balance, the bandit was stuck now. In this position Kite could do usually one of two things. The first being the less painful route which would be removing the knife from the bandit’s hand. The second option and Kite’s favorite option was to use his right hand to pull up on the man’s wrist and use the knee to hyperextend the arm and possibly break it. Unfortunately for the violent demon slayer he wouldn’t get to do either option, one of the bandits came in to attempt a downward stab on Kite. Kite would press of the man dodging the knife which would instead dig into the subdued bandit’s shoulder instead. With the bandit screaming from getting stabbed it created a nice distraction for the bandit who tried to do the stabbing who was panicking, Kite came back but with his right foot up and drove it down on the back of the panicking bandit’s neck forcing him face first into the ground.

    Kite would stand up straight and hold out his right hand for the last of the four who wanted to try to take him out and would do the “just bring it” sign, ”Come and get it.“ he would say but instead the bandit would throw down his club and look to make a beeline to the hole where mostly everyone else ran off through only to meet a large metal hammer striking him in the chest. If not for the loud thunk one could hear the cracking of the bones. Kite would give the hammer using foe a glare, ”Wasn’t he one of your men?“ the brute would laugh instead and shrug “My men? Ha hell nah. My men don’t run from guild trash like you.” The glare would narrow but a smirk would form ”Guild Trash am I? Never seen shit talk trash before.“ The comment being clever but also the thing that would have the Hammer Bandit chasing after him with his hammers swinging. Kite would duck under the strike aimed for his head and would back away from the follow up strike aimed for his stomach. Kite recognized the man’s skill, while brutish his skill with the hammer made him quick and dangerous. After the combo strike didn’t workout he would lunge forward with both hammers above head and would try to smash both down on Kite’s head. Having a faster reaction time, Kite would hop back and then proceed to do a back handspring, while in the middle of his rotation he would open his gates to hades and would pull out Shamash from the gate and would then land right side up with his sword being held on his shoulder. “I thought you weren’t going to use magic you coward.” Kite would sigh, ”I didn’t. I said no magic this is true but I didn’t say anything about not using weapons.“ he would hold out his sword. ”Why, are you going to wet your pants now that it is a fair fight?“ the man would laugh and with a quick lunge he would heave his hammers above head and try to do the heavy strike from before, but this time Kite wouldn’t dodge, he would instead swing back at the hammers knocking the hammer blow and the bandit back where it came from. Kite would now go on the offensive he would swing left to right horizontally which the bandit would block with a hammer, and quickly fire back by swinging in reverse which knocked the bandit from his base and open his midsection for a strike. Kite would bring the blade across his body and point the pommel of his sword at the bandit’s gut and would violently jam it into his sternum causing his knees to buckle from under his unbalanced weight. Kite would scoft, ”Nighty night.“ and would drop the blunt side of his blade down on the bandit’s head knocking him out. ”That takes care of that m...“ and that is when he was interupted by a high pitched scream. ”on to the next.“ he would race to where the scream came from and would skid to a stop when he found the source.

    Before him was a large burly man, large arms, hairy, the closest thing to a manly man and Kite’s eyes would widen from what he saw him holding or rather who he was holding. Caught in his large arms was none other than Marcy, the dark mage whom he had a rather interesting experience with during a job. During any other situation this would fill him with some joy but right now all he had feeling was anger swelling in his blood at the sight of Marcy being assaulted by the big pervert. ”Hey Ugly! Let her go.“ Kite would demand holding his sword in his hand and his free hand tight in a fist. The Creep would release Marcy’s neck from his mouth and his hands would stop groping her but they wouldn’t relinquish their positions either. “Sorry buddy this kitty is mine to play with get your own.” Kite felt more rage fill his insides but would remain calm as he spoke to Marcy, ”Don’t worry, this oaf will learn his place.“
    The oaf he was speaking about would laugh “yeah and what will you do about it bitch.” He would say before he slowly went to take a bite on Marcy’s ear. Kite would drop his large sword and he let the unusual adrenaline rush flow through his veins and combined with his fire rocket technique he closed the gap between himself and the man who was abusing Marcy. Kite’s hand would open up and encompass the man’s face tightening his grip on the man he wouldn’t smirk or change his expression, ”Flame Demon’s wrath.“ White flames would spew onto the man’s face, he would scream in pain as he would release Marcy to place his hands on his face. Kite would rotate left so he would catch Marcy from possibly hitting the ground but kept a hold of her with his left arm while his would use his right hand to stab the man through his shoulder with his Rose Saber. By this point the flames had spread over his body while the roots took hold in his body. Kite would break his serious expression to give Marcy the first smile he was able to muster since coming to this camp, ”Looks like I got here in the nick of time huh Marcy.“ Kite would push Marcy so she was able to stand up straight on his own before in one swift motion he would slide into the man's left leg above the knee and then his right below the knee. He would fall to his knees as the roots would take hold in the ground, his face was charred from the fire and he was almost crying from the pain. ”As much as I would want to finish you off that isn't my place.“ He would freeze and look over at Marcy as he spoke to the wounded man, ”That honor is hers for what you tried to do to her.“ Kite would now direct his voice to Marcy, ”What do you wanna do to this one.“

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    Name: Kite Wilhelm
    Position: Demon Slayer
    Primary Magic: Flame Demon Slayer
    Secondary Magic:Nether Flame Demon slayer
    Guild: Sabertooth
    Rank:A

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    Re: Wrong Side of Heaven.

    Post by Guest on Wed 15 Jun - 4:39

    I HAVE BECOME DEATH
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    Marceline silenced her screaming when clear footsteps could be heard rushing toward her and the burly bandit leader. A sly smirk spread across her lips the moment those footsteps burst out from the other side of the encampment and revealed Kite. The dark expression on her face was befitting of what would follow next as Kite called out to the man to release. His own distorted face threw Marcy off, however, as she did not expect to see anger and pure hatred radiating off him. Her smile left her lips, tilting her head a little when she felt her captor release his grip on her neck to speak to Kite. It was only when the man answered Kite did Marceline's dark expression return to her facial features in abhorrence. She curled her fingers up in disgust, shaping claws and snarling a little, but otherwise, unable to move freely.

    Before she knew it, her savior had closed the gap between the man, herself, and himself and gripped the bandit's face. The intense heat that followed after caused Marcy to squeeze her eyes shut and turn her head away to bear some of the heat. It didn't help much, but at least it didn't feel like she was burning to death with the fire blasting right next to her. A scream erupted into her ear and she broke free when the man released her to cover his face from the flames. She stumbled forward and nearly lost her balance, but was quickly caught by the strong arm of Kite before she collapsed. Held tightly in his grip, Marcy remained silent for the majority of the immense torture of the bandit leader. As violated as she had been, she watched the man crumble to the ground, until he was on his hands and knees.

    Insane laughter broke from Marceline's lips as she watched the man begging for mercy and hold his face. All of that was suddenly silence when Kite pierced the tip of his sword through the shoulder of the bandit and forced him to the ground. Roots grew up and around the man's body, binding him as the flames that coursed his face spread over the rest of him. The tattoo on Marcy's back pulsated with a light purple glow, and dark grayish, armor-like substance spread from the tips of her fingers to the base of her elbows. Her fingernails, already slightly long as they were, extended into knife-like blades, curving into tips of hell. Pulling herself free from Kite's grasp, the woman would bend down to the level of the bandit and pick up his face with her claws. With his chin propped up by a single claw, she'd look him over with slit pupils and bare sharp canines at him.

    "Only one form of contagion spreads faster than a virus. . . and that's fear," the woman whispered into his ear.

    The man squirmed wildly beneath her hand, only drawing blood due to the tip of her nail digging into his skin. Again, laughter broke out of Marceline's lips and she stood back up to her feet, claws dangling at her sides like menacing knives. Her head swiveled in Kite's direction, listening to him ask what she was going to do to a man as vulgar as this one. She ran her tongue over her elongated teeth and looked back down to the inferior man at her feet, bound by roots and flames. Marcy raised her hand and pointed a sharply clawed finger at the man's face, a grin growing ever wide on her lips.

    "Fear not death, for the hour of your doom is set and none may escape it," she threatened in a low tone of voice.

    Sound of soft squeaking could be heard, like a mouse rummaging for food in a cupboard and making itself known. The sound multiplied from one to many and the rush of tiny feet pounding against the ground could be heard. Stepping aside, Marceline would grab hold of Kite's arm and pull him off to the side, just as a river of rats poured toward them. These rats would climb aboard the bandit's body and begin picking, plunking, and tearing at every fiber of the man. He cried out in pain as the rats tore into his flesh and spread the diseases that they contained in their bodies. A violent death, nonetheless, for a man worthy of no death at all, but a life of suffering and misery all at once.

    "All must die at some point in their life, whether by means of old age or having it ripped from their body," she muttered.

    Her hands shifted from the clawed menaces that they were, back to the slender physique of clay and bone. She aptly turned toward Kite and gave him a smile in return for the smile that he had given to her during the fight. "How silly of me to have gotten so caught up in trying to catch a man that I ended up getting caught, myself," she teased. "What are you doing here at this encampment anyway? Meeting at a place like this must be some sort of ill fate?" After all, they came from a legal and dark guild, what would their masters think of them working side by side? Surely one of the masters would see it as treason, if not, both of them would see it as a treason to their guild.

    The rats would scamper away, leaving nothing, but the bones on the ground of the bandit that had once been alive. Marceline's red irises darted downward to glance over the man that had molested her only minutes ago. "That is why you do not mess with Death, for He has all things planned and all things may be miserable or not," she muttered. Turning away from Kite, she would bend down again and collect up the bones of her victim them, quickly turning them to ash. She would store them in a pouch on her waist and pat it lightly, as if that would help contain the ashes of the dead there in it. Soul Collectors would appear from thin air around the dark mage, lazily flying around until they scooped up the soul of the dead man and dropped it onto Marcy. With nothing left of her molester, Marcy would turn back to Kite and cock an eyebrow at him out of curiosity.
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    Re: Wrong Side of Heaven.

    Post by Kite Wilhelm on Thu 23 Jun - 1:14

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    The only sound Kite was focused on was that of the bandit’s screaming, the same bandit who had been the one holding Marcy captive upon their meeting of fate. Despite the demon slayer’s warning the bandit decided he wouldn’t release her and now was holding his face in agony from the flames that scorched his face. Before Kite would pierce the man’s shoulder which would bring him to his knees and root him in place he would see the man’s face. It was burnt and whatever hair he had on his face was singed off, the scent of burnt hair actually permeated the immediate area. If the bandit would somehow survive Marcy’s wrath he would have permanent facial scars from his third degree burns. Kite would mumble to himself as he held Marcy just seconds before his sword strike, ”I thought you were ugly before but now, much better.“  The strike from his unnamed rose blade would have dropped him into a kneeling position which is when the sounds of the man in pain were replaced by the audible laughter from Marcy. It was that of an maniac laughing hysterically as she broke free from Kite’s embrace and walked over to the bandit. The wind would blow which would blow her cloak to her right hand side revealing the tattoo on her on her almost bare back and it was activating. During their last meeting Kite had not seen this part of her transformation, he knew her alternate form well but didn’t have a clue that it came from this tattoo like crest on her back. The leather like wings could be seen peeling out from the tattoo as the rest seemed to morph around her figure creating the familiar two piece armor covering her upper torso and her hips. He fingernails were already like daggers as she approached the man. He could hear her speak to the man on how powerful fear was as she held him up with a single claw under his chin. She would look back at Kite as he asked the question regarding the fate of the bandit, the initial answer he would get would be her tongue along her teeth. She would look down at the man again and would speak once more this time on the topic of death and how he should not fear it for it was set in stone. Kite wasn’t a squeamish man, death and the like didn’t bother him but as a light mage he should stop this but on a personal level he wouldn’t interfere with this. The man had planned unspeakable things he was gonna do to Marcy and that was enough for Kite to ignore the situation and thus what he did not see he could not report. He could hear sound of chirping or more accurate squeaking sounds, he was curious to what was making the ever growing sound but the next thing he knew Marcy was grabbing him by the arm and then the next was being pulled off to the side to avoid the flood of rats that would come out from voids surrounding the bandit and would begin to consume the bandit. He didn’t need to see this either, the screams were that of a man who was losing the battle for his life.

    It was during the feast of the rats that Marcy shifted from this demonic form into the form she took when he had seen her in clutches of the bandit. Her demeanor had changed as well for she was now possessing a smile filled with joy, a smile one would not typically hold upon murdering someone as she had be would mentally shrug that detail off and roll with it returning the smile. She would refer to herself as silly for being caught like that and ask what he was doing in the encampment to begin with. ”Well, the this band of good for nothing thieves had ransacked a caravan on their way to Shirotsume. The cargo is unknown to me but the guards and driver in charge were brutally executed. I was sent here to shut it down. The rest you know. “ He would address the facts then give his attention to the topic of fate. ”Wouldn’t surprise me. We did work well together in the job. And here our paths cross again.“ the irony of this was that he was light guild and she was dark. He was a slayer of demons and by all rights she was a demon and yet they meshed well together. Ill fate wasn’t a wrong way to put it. The squeaking of the rats would vanish as they scampered away from the remains of the bandit which was just his skeleton. He would watch as she bent down to pick up the pile of bones and would turn them to dust, as this happened creatures would sprout from the ground, some were teal, pink, purple and the like and all had a look similar to that of a Wyvern which would collect several light orbs from the dust. Kite had no knowledge of these creatures but he knew these objects, they were souls. Never would he forget when he ate these things to save Marcy’s life. The creature would drop it onto her and it would enter her body. ”If you had enough of those you could have your own parade at christmas.

    ”Come with me to my ship. I’ll drop you off anywhere you want to go.“ He would say but either way he would escort her out of camp and towards the ship. He would be insistent if she had tried to decline and would take her by the hand and walk in that direction. He would look over his shoulder at her as they would walk side by side, still holding her hand and would ask her a question that was on his mind,”So I told you why I was there. Why were you at that encampment?“ he knew the answer to the question would be standard dark side stuff but he was generally curious plus he wanted to have a conversation during their walk to where his ship was parked, However the destination was not theirs to decided. Neither would notice the strange veil during their walk that stretched across the road like a curtain. Neither would notice a change in scenery either, the giant fortress before them or where the road ends with a large canyon like distance. Kite didn’t see it and if Marcy didn’t see it one of them would fall off.

    Meanwhile in the fortress, Archangel Gabrielle would be already aware of their arrival the second they crossed the threshold of the veil. The alarm would be silent and only heard by her as mirror like monitors would manifest before her. “We have intruders. Apprehend them and bring them to me. Use force if necessary.” She would demand into a communication system consisting of an array of piping with horn like openings at the end of each pipe.  

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    Re: Wrong Side of Heaven.

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    She could tell that Kite was not in favor of the route she had taken with the bandit leader, but she couldn't blame him. Between the life and death of a supposed "innocent," that was where dark mages and light mages happened to differ. Where she could easily slaughter as the next dark mage, Kite would have rather taken the bandit prisoner and kept him alive. If it was anything that deterred Kite from her, it was that she could so easily kill someone without the thought of "what if." What if this man had a family to go back to, a wife and children who he struggled to feed on a daily basis? What if this man did not have the greatest intentions, but he was doing all of this for a cause of survival? No, those were thoughts that never once registered in her mind, legal mage thoughts that were too optimistic for her.

    Keeping Kite away from where the rats had once been, the aloof woman stared at the dead ground, where the bandit had once been. Where grass that was once lush and green, rest brown and brittle strands, like something had been decaying there for years. It was in a shape similar to the bandit's own body, but no one would ever be able to tell if the space was where he died. Looking up from the graveyard of the bandits, the woman's black and red eyes settled precariously on the Sabertooth mage. He was still not looking in her direction and she wondered if perhaps, she had upset him by doing this. A sigh escaped her lips and she released him from her grasp, beginning to walk ahead and leaving him behind. With this strange job now over with, she had no reason to stick around the man and get caught by other legal mages.

    At Kite's comment about her soul collectors, the woman smiled a little and shrugged, having never really thought about it. "They are creatures of brilliance, I must say, each one never the same exact pattern or the same exact color," she answered him. "As brightly colored as they are, they are useful creatures, nonetheless, able to sustain my body with souls. I'm quite thankful to have them as pets; otherwise, I do not know what I would do if the souls ever escaped my body again. You being there that one time was just a miracle on its own and I had taken that into account and searched to obtain these creatures." Speaking of the soul collectors, one of them had reappeared at her side and she scratched its chin a little when it came close. Despite how ugly they were, she loved them dearly, which was strange to see of a dark mage, loving something that wasn't truly dead.

    "As expected of a legal mage," Marceline retorted in a solemn tone of voice, her hips swaying as she walked ahead when Kite answered her about why he was there. "It's becoming quite cliche, you know, being the legal mage, who always goes out of their way to save the day. Why don't you shake it up a little bit, Kite? Don't be a hero for once, let a little bit of your bad side come out." She had fallen in step with him now, feeling his hand slip into hers as he told her to come along with him to his ship. Marcy glanced confusedly at him, as if she didn't understand why he was being so nice to her after the bout that happened at the encampment. "I can easily get to places on my own, you have no reason to escort me anywhere at all; please, let go of me." A frown was apparent on her facial features, but she, herself, made no move to remove her hand from his.

    In a way, she liked the feeling of his hand in hers; physical touch had been near nonexistent with her ever since her return from the dead. To be holding hands with this man, it was something she had never expected to do, let alone dreamed of ever doing. In an instant, Marceline yanked her hand free of Kite's and kept it to herself, holding it close to her with her other hand. She bit her lip and looked away from him, hiding the blackened blush that had crept along her cheeks from her thoughts. For the remainder of their time together, the immortal woman would be silent, only speaking when spoken to. Many of the things Kite had said to her had gone over her head, too embarrassed to exactly answer the other mage. Nor did she exactly want to talk about herself to him, feeling that if she got too close to him, she'd become too attached.

    When he had asked her why she had gone to the bandit encampment like he had, she merely shrugged in reply. "It's very hard for me to explain to a human the things that I do for the voice that is inside of my head," she responded at first quietly. The way she had answered him made her sound as if she was insane, like she should be locked in a padded room, bound by a jacket. "Whenever there is a death or soon to be one, there is a voice in my head that informs me and tells me I should go clean it up. Decay magic is the servant of death magic, where it does not exactly kill, but rapidly ages that which is no longer living or is dying. Since all living beins, from birth, start their death, my magic is capable of accelerating that time to the point it kills them. That is why, when I touch you, the skin on your body rapidly dies off, or in terms of life and death, 'decays' until only bone is left."

    Yet as the two of them conversed, neither would realize the other had passed through a veil, bringing them into a different world. As a result of the occurrence, the road, in which they were walking upon, would abruptly disappear, leaving a gorge to fall to below. Marceline, not aware of such a difference in their scenery, had fallen victim to the sudden drop off of the cliff. She let out a scream as she fell over its side, one of her hands reaching upward and snagging onto the ledge. Dirt crumbled from where she had grabbed onto, clattering past her and down onto jutted ledges on the cliff side. Swinging her other hand at her side, the dark mage was able to grab a good hold of the cliff with her free hand as well. "Kite, help me up, please," she begged, her voice higher pitched than it normally was, as if she was truly fearful.
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    Re: Wrong Side of Heaven.

    Post by Kite Wilhelm on Tue 5 Jul - 1:55

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    Kite felt no true remorse for for what happened to the bandit, what he was trying to do to Marcy ushered justice but not by his hands but by hers. Should she have chosen to spare him he would have been surprised but not as surprised as bythe appearance of these soul collectors that Marcy seemed to have sired to her. It would be apparent as Marcy explained that these things came in a variety of colors and so many that he wouldn't be able to truly distinguish them from one another. He would watch as Marcy would scratch under the chin of one of them as if they were a cat or a dog or any other domesticated animal.

    After sharing with the immortal beauty that was Marcy the reason why he was there. However her response to his explanation was shocking. She basically lectured him on being in her words "a cliche legal mage." The word cliche legal mage rang in his head and it slowly light the fire of his emotions which was his anger. ”Cliche? Me?“ he would glare at her for the first time since their knowing one another and automatically defend himself. ”I wasn't here to be the plucky hero, My mission was to seek out the bandit's camp and crush everyone in sight by any means I saw fit.“ He would pause and the word Cliche would still bang into the walls of the cranium ”The only person I had to save here was you Miss shake it up.“ he would say bitterly. Why was he so bitter about this, it was't as if she had actually insulted him or anything, she was simply sharing her opinion. This sort of thing was bound to happen either way.

    After things "cooled" down a bit Kite would take his friend by the hand and lead her in the direction where his ship was parked and waiting for him. He could have easily been lazy and had EDI come extract them but he knew that would shorten the time he would have with Marcy and despite their difference of how to conduct one another he wished he could see a bit more of her so he would take as much time as he could get. That being said the moment he had touched her hand the effects of her decay magic began to take hold but luckily his flames helped quell it for a time but Marcy seemingly had an issue with him holding her hand or rather that was her words but her face didn't seem to be resolute, it was as if she didn't know what she wanted him to do and when she mentioned that he should let her hand go he would respond in kind, ”If you don't want to hold my hand then let go.“  he would tell her. Shortly after she would and pull her hand close to her and had a small blush on her face. If he had not been as observant he would have missed it but he didn't antagonize her over it. He would change the subject by asking why she was there and she would explain that she was following the orders of the voices in her head. That answer would have worried Kite if she didn't elaborate first and go on to explain that when death is about to occur the voices urge her to clean up and having decay magic she was in fact a servant of death. That was an interesting piece of information, if she had some sort of connection to death itself that would explain how she even exists in this current state.

    The transition from their world and passing through the veil that lead to the alternate world was discreet but the canyon that was before them was not. He had stopped right near the edge but he didn't get a chance to warn Marcy who stepped off the edge and fell. ”Oh shit Marcy!“ he would lean over the cliff and look down to see the damage and much to his relief she was alright despite dangling for her life on the edge of a bottomless gorge. She would look up at him and in a rare moment she would show emotion in the form of fear, fear of plummeting to her "redeath" and she even practically begged Kite to pull her up. Kite would reach down with his right hand and reach far enough for her too grab but of course he wouldn't do this without saying a word. ”Oh so you want me to help? that wouldn't be too cliche of me would it?“ of course him saying this would more than likely insight an argument which he would gladly partake in but of course this little argument would distract them from the threat. As Kite was pulling Marcy up from the cliff side is when the threat revealed itself in the form of an entire platoon of angels? Full fledged angels with white wings, outdated armor and spears for weapons. This platoon had them surrounded from all sides, ”Shit.“ Kite would look at Marcy as he would set her down on her feet he would look around ”Geeze bring enough soldiers? It's almost like we are a threat or something.“ He would jest not entirely sure how to go about this, it was then a bell would gong behind a shroud of fog revealing a palace like fortress behind it and it made more sense where they came from. ”Anything else bad wanna happen?“ but he would get an unexpected answer. "You trespassers, you are under arrest. You will come with us at once to face judgment. Demons." Kite would look at Marcy who was a demon and the fact he was a demon slayer made sense to why they were thought as threats. Without a doubt, the two of them could wreck every single one of these foot soldiers but as it stood there could be worse in the fortress and he didn't want to get them into worse of a situation. ”Fine We will go with you.“ Kite would put his hand up. Marcy would surely object but before they knew it they were transported via a magic circle and would be in a large chamber. Above them in high behind what looked like a judge's bench with three chairs with the center one being higher than the others. Kite would look around to see this was almost like a typical court room but what would catch his attention was three orbs of light materializing in front of the chairs and then they would take the form of three angelic beings. the woman in the center would speak, "Two travellers, you both hold signatures akin to demons. As such you will be put on trial to determine if you are in fact demons. As per our customs we ask for your defenses." Kite would smirk, ”Court room hearings are bull shit.“

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    Re: Wrong Side of Heaven.

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    "I could have very easily saved myself!" she exclaimed, finding his words to be preposterous and giving a shocked look, hand held to her heart. "You just didn't give me the time to save myself, was all, coming to the rescue and acting all big and bad toward the bandit. Had I been given a just a few minutes, that man would have been a pile of bones before one of your swords even touched him!" Marceline scoffed at his words and turned away from him, making sure to never look at him again from their time walking beside each other. "Why are you getting so heart over my own opinion anyway? Don't you understand, this is where our standpoints differ. You're a legal mage, I'm a dark mage; you're the hero, I'm the villain; you're the protagonist with all the attention, I'm the shunned villain, who everyone hates. Do you understand where I'm getting this? It's goddamn cliche to be the hero of the story, be a villain for once."

    She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted a little, not out of sadness or pure anger, but out of frustration. Usually, no one understood how hard it was to be a dark mage; how they were shamed and shunned by the public. They did what they asked, but only on a dark scale. Why couldn't they see the good that they were doing as well? Just because a dark mage killed doesn't mean that they killed the person out of completely wanting to do it. It was either because they were forced to or it was out of self defense and was not on purpose at all. Dark mages would always be made out as the bad guys and while she truly was one, it was not of her own intent. Why, she did dark deeds for a purpose, to clear the way for the legal mages and allow life to continue on as is.

    "And I do want to hold your hand," she blurted out, her hands dropping to her sides and balling into fists as she yelled at him. However, she soon realized what she had said and clamped her mouth shut, looking away from Kite yet again. After silence had passed over them in what would be assumed silenced astonishment, Marceline cleared her throat. "I. . . I just don't understand what I'm feeling right now; a part of me tells me 'no, don't let him hold your hand, it hurts him.' The other part of me says, 'hold his hand, you haven't had human interaction in over 2,000 years and this is what it feels like.' For so long, I've avoided people, even my own eldest brother, because I did not want to hurt them with my magic. I love humans just as much as the next person if not more, but when it comes to this. . . this curse. . . I can't have what I want."

    Yet, had she not been stupid enough to fall over the cliff, perhaps they would have continued arguing more. Oh, that was a complete lie, for Kite had once again brought up the topic that he was being cliche by helping her. "Kite, please, this is different," she instated, kicking her feet a little as she reached up to grab his outstretched hand. "Do you want me to fall to my death? With how far down this gorge goes, I wouldn't be surprised if my body shatters. What would you do then, huh? Would you feel bad if I fell to my death because after this body breaks and these souls are released, I'll no longer exist. One less dark mage in the world, I bet you'd be happy about that, wouldn't you be? You wouldn't even think of me as a friend." Her eyes began to tear up, as if she was actually upset over the idea of Kite being happy about her death.

    Kite pulled her up to safety seconds later; however, while he had been doing so, the duo was quickly surrounded by armed angels. Many of the angels were armed in what one could only assume were outdated versions of past armor and spear-like weapons. Out of the horde of angels came a voice, ringing above the tolling of a bell and through the surrounding fog. Marceline unconsciously huddled closer to Kite, uncertain of what exactly was going on and even a tiny bit fearful. "Kite, I don't like the looks of this," she murmured to him, though her words would be ignored by the Sabertooth Demon Slayer. He was speaking to the voice, complaining of the amount of soldiers, like they were some kind of threat, then afterward, stating they would go with them. Her eyes grew wide and she looked at him like he was crazy before speaking, "why would you say such a thing?"

    Seconds later, they would be ported into a courtroom-like building, three tall chairs resting at the farthest back, the center one towering over the other two. Three angels sat in the chairs and stared down at them, their eyes holding an accusatory look toward the two demons. Again, Marcy found herself huddling closer to Kite, bumping into him as her skin crawled with a feeling similar to complete and utter terror. "A-ask for our defenses? What do we have to say to you other than that you're accusing us of nothing, but shear idiocy. I demand that you release us from your stronghold! We have a right to an attorney and you are infringing upon it!" she retorted with a surmount of anger.

    "Silence!" the middle angel ordered, her voice booming in the empty room and echoing around its corners and walls. This very easily caused Marceline to snap her lips shut and keep silent, quickly scared silly by the holy being in front of her unholy self.

    After the angel had forced an abrupt silence in the room, the immortal demoness simply waited to see what was to become of them. Would they survive whatever trials these angels decided to put them on? Hell, would they even escape this place?
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    Re: Wrong Side of Heaven.

    Post by Kite Wilhelm on Tue 5 Jul - 4:25

    Kite Wilhelm
    Faith won’t always save you. My flames will do that instead.

    It would seem that Kite's words had struck a nerve with Marcy regarding to his saving her struck a sensitive nerve. She declared that she could have saved her own self if he hadn't arrive so soon and that if he had come later than when he did, the bandit would have been a pile of bones and deep down Kite knew that was the case. ”Oh I don't doubt that one bit but is actually the question was just how much more of a handful would he have gotten if I weren't there? “ Kite would scoff back due how ridiculous this was. He didn't want to fight with her on something so petty but being called a cliche mage was an insult. Yeah he was on the other side of that line between good and evil but with his magic possessing demonic origins it was a daily test not to give in those desires to wake the demon in his heart. Marcy would ask him why he was getting so heated over his opinion and in that was a very good point. Why was he heated over her opinion? Maybe it's because he has striven to be more than a typical legal mage. He had no problem with killing those who upset the balance of the world. However after a moment of really thinking about it the answer was extremely clear. He actually cared what Marcy thought of him and the idea of her having some sort of negative outlook on something about him just hit a nerve of his own. Of course during this indepth thought Marcy went on a bit of a rant on how they were opposite and such there would be a difference in opinion as there always would be. Her words weren't 100% wrong they were opposite he was the hero and she was a vilian. He walked the path of light and she of the dark and yet that didn't matter to him one bit. He would ignore the part of being called Cliche and would firmly take her hand into his and look into her eyes, ”I would never shun you nor would I ever hate you. Not ever not for the light or anyone else. My being here with you is the very act that makes me not a cliche hero or legal mage. The magic council would order me to turn you in or take you out if they found out about this. I could lose my place in my guild over this association between the two of us. None of that matters as much as being near you."

    It was from that point where Kite had her by the hand that he would lead her towards his ship and would also be when she would pull away her hand from his. She would blurt out that she in fact wanted to hold his hand but because of how long she had gone without being able to interact with humankind due to her cursed power. As she went on and on it became clear to him that while she was a dark mage she was a woman who was full of love and compassion for life and it was her magic always being active that prevented her from expressing it. So she ended it by saying she couldn't have what she wanted. Hearing this touched his heart, he knew that he couldn't ever truly understand but it was enough to cause whatever bit of anger to wash away. He wanted to tell her that she could have what she wanted, that touch she longed for but of course before any sort of action could take place Marcy kinda fell off a cliff. Kite would initiate a rescue by lending her a hand but would give her crap for her comments earlier but had he known she would get up set over it he wouldn't have done so. The words she would speak would surprise him, did she worry about what he thought too? Were these emotions something she worried about due to he being a light mage and her a dark one? ”You're wrong.“ he would say the instant she gripped his hand and he began to pull her up, ”I would feel sad if you were to cease to exist. but you are right about one thing. A friend wouldn't be the correct word to use.“ Kite would lean down as he pulled her up and plant a kiss on her lips. ”I would never let that happen and I would never give you cause to feel that way.“ The tingle of her decay magic would tingle on his lips but his fire fought back against it. He wouldn't waste time by pulling her up but it was then they were surrounded.

    They would share the same thought on not liking how this was looking. He would surrender on their behalf but catch an attitude from Marcy about doing so. He understood why, they did nothing wrong but at that moment they could wipe out the platoon but who knew what sort of weapon was pointed at them or how large this place's military force was but the only thing was he didn't have time to explain that to her until after things were situated. Once the teleportation was complete he would explain. ”I'm sorry. But I would much rather see what is going on then cause them to unleash a full might of their army. This way we can see what we are up against.“

    It was like clock work, in a flash an angel would appear and demand their defense. Marcy would challenge this hearing by saying that they were infringing on their right to a lawyer and a fair trial but the angel would simply yell out the word silence to hush Marcy. "The only rights you have demon is death and we shall judge thee according to our justice system and then you both shall perish. Perhaps we shall start with you." she would lift her finger at Marcy as if to attack right on the spot. ”We demand a trial by combat.“ the words would escape his lips and cause the angel to stare at him. "What did you just..." Kite would flare out his magic. ”You heard me. the two of us against your trial by combat and when we win you let use go“ the angel would laugh. "You two are truly foolish. Die here in peace or in combat it doesn't matter. You both shall die like the demon scum that you are." and with a flick of her wrist she would teleport them a new location. Kite would land his stomach face down on the ground. ”Can we stop with the teleporting already!“ he would hit the ground and push himself up onto his feet and look at Marcy. ”At least we aren't dead..but what is this place?" the building looked exactly like a giant stadium, a Colosseum. A loud clap would be heard as the bitch that sent them there would usher the start of the games. The first opponent would be a lone angelic warrior with a simple sword. ”This is our challenge? this will be fun. Let's take this guy out together and make this quick.“  Kite would pull his lacrima saber from his back and hold it out as he charged in. He would swing left to right with a back handed motion and slash at the angel. It would use it's sword to block the strike and counter attack. Kite would lean back matrix style and avoid the blade. He would go with the momentum and use his free hand to perform a back handspring and bring his foot up to deliver a solid kick to the angel's chin reeling him back a bit and leaving an opening for Marcy to take a few shots.

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    Re: Wrong Side of Heaven.

    Post by Guest on Tue 5 Jul - 17:47

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    Marceline remained silent as Kite inquired just how much farther would she have let the bandit go before he came to the rescue. Finally, she let out a sigh and stared ahead of herself, at the empty road ahead of them and started thinking to herself. In the case of the bandit, she didn't know the answer to that; she couldn't think to herself just how much farther she would have let him gone. It was the past now though, a past that she didn't have to relive, nor did she really want to relive said past. "I don't know," she gave her answer in defeat, looking back to Kite for only that brief moment in time. "Sometimes, I question my own actions, and in his case, I don't know how much farther I would have let him gone. To be honest, I don't even understand why I screamed of all things when I could have very easily just annihilated him then and there."

    Her hand quickly taken into his, she was pulled toward him, forced to look into his eyes as he gave his answer to her former question. It was strange to her; they had only known each other for what seemed like a few days and here they were, arguing like a married couple. It was clear both cared for each other deeply, but whether that caring for each other was stronger than what was shown on the outside, who knows. Marceline turned her gaze away from his, hiding her features behind the raven locks that curled endlessly around her face. She didn't want Kite to see the conflict that showed true on her features, she didn't want him to see the love she felt for him. How he would feel toward her, she was scared of knowing, scared that he wouldn't like her the way she liked him. Two mages of the opposite spectrum should not love each other, for like Romeo and Juliet, this act of love was forbidden.

    Time would have its play, leading up to where Marceline had fallen off the cliff, just moments after their argument. That argument would seemingly continue between the two, but Kite was quick to give a heartfelt answer to her. Her lips sealed shut and she looked him in the eyes, holding onto his hand as he pulled her up from the Valley of Shadows. She slithered her arms around his waist, pulling herself close to him and farther away from the edge of her doom. Yet as she had done so, Kite planted a kiss on her lips, an action that she had not expected to come from the legal mage. In response to the kiss, she had closed her eyes and returned it, but seconds later, she shoved him away from her. "What are you doing?" she ordered him, "you're going to get yourself killed if you touch me anymore than standing near me."

    She bit back tears of anger, not at him, but at herself, for having let him get that close to her when it posed a danger. I want it to shut off, to just stop; I want to be able to be around people, to touch people, but I can't with it always on. Marceline fretted over that thought, once again aiming to keep her distance from Kite while they were around each other. However, their current situation had drawn her attention back to it, leaving the frilled thoughts behind in her head. Her eyes glared up at the angels that surrounded them, spears pointed at them, as if they were fiends ready to attack. The duo were quickly ported into the courtroom, where three angels had settled down in commanding chairs in front of them. An argument ensued from her end and the angels' end, only to end with the middle angel ordering her to keep silent.

    It was then that Kite requested a trial by combat for their release, this causing Marceline's jaw to drop a little. She snapped her mouth closed when the angel inquired to Kite, laughing a bit, then snapping her fingers. They were, once again, quickly ported to a new location, where Kite landed belly down on the ground beside her. Marceline, on the other hand, gracefully landed, used to having ported from one place to the next via portals. Standing tall, the succubus looked to the angels that crowded around on benches, giving way to the coliseum outlook. From the depths of the coliseum, wooden doors swung open, and a burly angel would step foot out of the shadows. This manly angel held a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, strutting toward where the two demons stood.

    "As requested by the two accused demons, a trial by combat will take place," Gabrielle spoke loud and clear to the audience and them. A cheer rang through the crowd, burning Marcy's ears, like holistic bells had tolled in a church, singling the start of Mass. What sounded like a gong then shrieked into Marcy's ears, forcing her to her knees and covering her ears that now bled black.

    Deafened by the holy sound that the angel had gonged, Marceline barely heard the battle cry that emitted from their opponent's lips. Struggling to her feet, the woman raised a hand, calling out, "Kreis von Gebeine" as the angel ran toward them. Instantly, a ring of magical power would rise up around the angel, pinning him in the circle and forcing him to stop his charge. Totem poles rose from the ground, until they stood nearly ten meters high, with skulls resting at the tops. The jaws of the skulls cracked open and a shrill sound that mimicked a high pitched laughter echoed into the air. Rings of what looked like sound resonated toward the angel, encasing him in their shape as a decay effect took hold of him. The angel cried out in pain, forced to his knees by the force of the sound rings that emitted in his direction.

    Skin peeled from his bodice, revealing the muscle that lay underneath it, until that too began to decay. Marceline smirked as the crowd that was watching them grew silent, or covered their ears from the insane laughter of the totem poles. Even the woman that had ordered the start of the battle had covered her eyes, wrinkling her nose at the attack. A true monster she was, standing there, commanding an immeasurable sound to eliminate their first enemy.
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    Re: Wrong Side of Heaven.

    Post by Kite Wilhelm on Tue 5 Jul - 21:33

    Kite Wilhelm
    Faith won’t always save you. My flames will do that instead.

    Kite got his answer to how she would have handled the bandit and it seemed she was conflicted on that one, she could have reduced him to bone in seconds if she allowed herself, Kite knew this for a fact and yet something very human happened in the form of her scream. ”I wouldn't have known where you were if not for that scream you know. Sort of a blessing in disguise.“ He would say as a means to quell the flames of their argument. This was strange for sure, he never had an attraction like this in his life. He knew he liked women and had his ability to use his silver tongue to charm them but he never had actually allowed himself freely feel love? Was that the correct word for this emotion that. He knew it existed but never truly felt it. Not once and even if this was the case could this be a love that would even make sense. She was demon he was demon slayer, that would be one argument that could be made against any type of union between the two of them but demons have had union with humans so this would be no different. She is a dark mage and she is an enemy, from a legal standpoint that would be correct but he didn't see it that way. An enemy was someone who wanted to destroy him or someone he wanted to destroy. Neither was the case here, as a demon slayer it was his prerogative but he would never cast his flames at her and if she wanted to kill him then she wouldn't have warned him about her decay magic during their last encounter at the cave.

    All of this would be even more confusing when Marcy fell from the cliff. She held his hand and he didn't want to let go, she hugged his waist as she pulled herself up from the valley below. Normally he wouldn't have been so bold to kiss her or anyone, but with her words he felt like he needed to match his words with action and one he desired as well. He would feel her return the kiss and that would cause his stomach to churn a bit but she would push him away and warn him that he would die if he kept touching her due to her magic always on. Kite would just smile, ”I don't care.“ would be all he would say. It would be all he would need to say at the end of the day, it was resolute in tone and attitude.

    Of course this little happy moment or what could have been a happy moment would quickly shift from a very intimate moment to a legal one and shift to combat a trial by combat. Kite would lock swords with their first foe, a warrior angel who seemed to match Kite blow for blow but Kite was just feeling out the angellic being. He didn't want to overwhelm his foe yet. However Marcy would have a different tactic. She would speak in a foreign tongue and that was all Kite needed to know to get the hell out of the way. Kite would land a stiff push kick into the gut of the angel and jump back away from him as a the circle caused the angel to stop his charge. He would then be surrounded by totem like poles and their mouths would crack open and a shrill high pitched laughter would be heard from each pole, and all aimed at the angel. The sound emitting from the totem poles were so powerful Kite could see the soundwaves crashing into the angel who was screaming from the pain of his flesh being torn off and his muscles decaying from her magic. ”Nice. That's new.“ Kite would say as he ran up to the screaming angel and would hold out his hand letting white flames create a wall of flame, within that wall of flame twelve ripples appeared and all aimed at the angel who was kneeling in pain. ”Flame Demon's Inferno Burst!“ Kite would let lose a barrage of flame projectiles onto the subdued angel. The warrior angel would try to get up from the attack and Kite would put an end to it. He would pierce his sword through the angel's back finishing off the angel. Kite would look up at the crowd and Gabriella, ”We won now we will take our leave." Kite would demand but instead of a comply Gabriella would flick her wrist, "It's not over yet until I say so." The flick of the wrist would be a signal for another wave of enemies to appear. Two more angels this time the pair were holding a sword of light and a shield and two smaller angels holding shovels. Kite's gaze would shift from their new foes up to Gabriella, ”Fine.“ He would point at her and let his flames flare out from his body and his eyes would glow red, ”but remember this lady. Every angel you throw at us will be blood on your hands.“ His hand would be held out to his side and would pull from his large sword from the gates of Hades. He would hold Shamash with one his right hand and wielded his rose saber in his left hand. ”You're done!" he would charge at the two stronger looking angels without consulting Marcy. He wanted slash at two simultaneously. They would hold up their shields to block, the angel on the left would defend against the lacrima saber. but the angel who tried to defend against Shamash would be sent to the ground due to the force and weight of the blade. This would leave it to a one on one situation for the time being. Kite would unleash a fury of attacks on the shield arm of the angel, using Shamash to overwhelm the angel with how quick the weight would smash into him. With the shield out of the way Kite would slam his fist into the angel every opening he had. He would then chain a combo from the punch by slashing down wards on the angel's shoulder. Kite would keep the pressure until another opening would present itself and thus Kite would swing his lacrima blade back onto the shield from an upward angle causing the angel to lift up his shield to block, Kite would then use Shamash to swat the shield out of the way for the attack Kite was waiting to unleash. Rose would glow a bright color and with a slash just missing the angel a thick crescent shaped blade like attack would strike the angel and send him to the ground.

    Kite The first angel Kite had swatted away would charge back at the demon slayer this time prepared for Kite's heavy sword. Kite would engage in combat clashing swords, but this time the angel used his shield to help brace the weight of the sword. Kite would take advantage and throw a stiff side kick pushing the angel away from him. Not one to let his opponent regain his composure Kite would press the attack again using Shamash to lead the flurry of strikes. The angel would brace for the attack with his shield and use his sword to meet the lacrima saber. However the speed and the weight of Shamash would cause problems for the angel. The next strike would not only knock him of his base but open him up. The angel's shield was up and Shamash and rose were pounding on the shield until the angel's defenses let up with his shield dropping to his side. ”Got ya.“ Kite would land a solid swift kick to the angel sending him skidding to the ground. Content Kite was going to release a spell but stopped when he heard the angel he hit with his rose saber get up from behind and looked to pierce him through the back. Kite would side step and turn so he would catch the arm that held the blade and would use his hips for leverage and would toss that angel into the one he had just kicked away. With a thud they would crash to the ground with one angel laying over the other one. Kite would look up at the leader who had put them in this trial and then would look back at the threat before him. ”Flame Demon's Rage!!!!“  He would shout as he would release a blast of searing hot flames would smash into the angels catching both of them in the blast. Kite would notice the look on Gabriella's face from the attack, she was worried about her angels but Kite wasn't done. ”On your hands.“ he would say to lead angel but that is when the battle damaged angels would charge at Kite, swords drawn. Kite would grab the closest sword and would use a wrist lock technique to guide the angel around and instead of hitting Kite, he would get a clothesline from the demon slayer forcing his back to the ground. The second one would try to attack Kite with a stabbing jab. Kite would deflect with the sword arm to the outside and with extended hand with flames already swelling around his knuckles. ”Flame Demon's Exorcising Strike!“ He would fold his fingers using a "one inch" punch technique slamming his fiery fist into the chest of the angel and unleashing a full force attack to send the angel across the arena hitting the ground with a thud. He wasn't going to get back up.

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    Re: Wrong Side of Heaven.

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    Re: Wrong Side of Heaven.

    Post by Guest on Thu 7 Jul - 0:55

    I HAVE BECOME DEATH
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    How had that scream of hers been a blessing in disguise? It was completely out of character for her to do such a thing. Was it possible that in her time spent around Kite, he was slowly teaching her what it was like to be human again? Marceline scoffed at the thought and snapped her head away from him for what seemed like the fifth time now. A sigh then escaped her lips and she was certain that through all of the time they had been with each other, he was teaching her something. Swallowing down her pride, the young mage glanced back at Kite from the corner of her eye and gave him a bit of a smile. She could be grateful to him for it; she hadn't felt so human as she did now in a very, very long time. However, the clash of swords rang into her ears and drew her back to the arena, her eyes honing in on the battle between Kite and the angel.

    She narrowed her optics in anger at the angel fighting Kite, wondering how it was that he could move so easily about her spell. The battle seemingly progressed in nature with each passing second, until at last, the totem poles' voices forced the angel down. Kite had quickly backed out of the way of her magic, and once it had taken effect, dove inward to cast his own. A blaze of fire spread out from his palm and scorched the sword-wielding angel, screams erupting from the angel's mouth. Marceline smirked at the agony that was bestowed upon the crisping man, swinging her hips as she walked up to Kite's side. Hidden by the veil, in which they cloaked themselves, several of Marceline's soul collectors appeared from thin air. As the angel collapsed upon the ground, impaled by Kite's sword, the Palluhae circled around the motionless body.

    A light orb would rise up from the angel's body and quickly be snagged by one of the soul collector's tails. They would float lazily back over to Marceline with the now captured soul, and drop it eloquently upon her body. She breathed in deeply and basked in the refreshing feeling; however, that feeling would not last long before Gabriella called out that the battle was not over. As an argument ensued between her and Kite, Marceline's gaze was dragged over to the shadowed entrances. From them, two sword- and shield-wielding angels stepped out, followed by what looked to be shovel-wielding angels. Kite went straight for the two sword and shield angels, whereas Marcy had gone after the two poop-shoveling angels. The sound of swords clashing resonated in the air, and a battle cry erupted from her lips that sounded even a slight bit demonic.

    Marceline jumped straight into the air, the leathery wings from her tattoo snapping outward as if they had already grown. Her hands snaked around the first of the angel's necks, her wings wrapping around him, so as to encase and paralyze him. The moment her gloved hands had touched his skin, however, that was the moment in which his body stopped moving. They swiftly crashed into the ground, stirring up dust from the arena and dazing Marcy a little from the impact. Yet, seconds later, she would flash upward in her full succubus form, snarling at the second of the angels she was after. This one, he was smarter, and would rush her with his shovel, but he was not as menacingly strong as she was. With a snatch of her hand, the shovel flew out of the angel's grasp and clattered to the ground next to his pal.

    She tilted her head a little and grinned maliciously at the angel, who swallowed a lump in his throat and turned to run. Marceline was quicker and more agile than him and in a matter of seconds, she had herself wrapped around him. Vampire-like canines sank into the angel's flesh, drawing up blood from his neck and flowing down her chin as she drank it. His body became still the moment her gloved hands touched the skin on his body, causing him to become rigid like a week's old corpse. Like the one before him, Marceline let herself and her prey free fall to the ground, wings wrapped tightly like a cocoon. They crashed harshly into the sandy arena, kicking up a mushroom cloud of dust where they had crash landed. Her head snapped upward and she let out a refreshing breath of air, like she had just taken a sip of ice-cold soda, licking her lips of the blood.

    Unwrapping her wings from her victim, the dark mage beat them and lifted back into the air, facing Gabriella. "Each one that you throw at us will just end up like the next, for it does not bother the wolf how many the sheep may be," she called to the woman. Her choice of words seemingly enraged the archangel, causing her to raise her hand and beckon for another wave. The doors to the arena shattered open, six angels flying out, shields raised and swords pointed as they entered. Marceline spun to face them; however, they had quickly spread out and surrounded the immortal mage, like a man under arrest. Unexpectedly, an angel rammed into her back, causing her wings to lock up and a cry of pain release from her lips. Anger boiled underneath her skin, a hiss snaking out of her lips, and she whirled on the angel, a burst of magic coming from her hands and forming a magic circle beneath her.

    Flecks of light speckled around her and what seemed to be ethereal feathers happened to flutter through the air. Seconds later the light would die down and the circle would fade away, but the feathers and flecks of light remained. Her hands gathered together at her waist, a dark orb of light coming into view between the tips of her fingers. She glanced up at the first of the angels, one who was wielding a simple sword and nothing more; one who seemed prepared to fight. The angel slashed out with her sword, but Marceline's arm easily blocked the attack, keeping the orb steady in her hands. Another attacked followed suit of the last, but again, she quickly dodged the attack, and like that, a flash-bang occurred. A blinding, white light would envelop Marceline and all that were within a 50-meter radius of her, damage was unavoidable.

    Just as the flash-bang occurred, the dome's size dwindled in a matter of seconds, until it was once again a small orb in her hands. However, as it was shrinking, things would begin to be pulled in toward it; walls crumbled, the bleachers and angels from them cried out, even Kite would feel the pull. As unfortunate as it was, one of the angels surrounding her did not have a strong hold and ended up being sucked into the vortex. The others scrambled to get away from what would be their demise, yelling and shouting orders at each other. Marceline would grin wildly and laugh out loud over the roar of the implosion and vortex, fingers curled around the orb. Her laughter would abruptly stop, shut short as a sword impaled her chest, running her throat with its length. She coughed and black blood spilled out of her mouth, her eyes glanced down at the weapon that protruded from her breasts.

    The orb that had once been in her hand faded away and a shaky hand reached upward, touching the blessed metal. Just as she was about to touch the weapon, the other guardian angel rammed his sword into her stomach and twisted. More black liquid trickled from her lips and a few cracks appeared along her skin, threatening to break apart. A scream tore from her throat, not one of fear, but one of complete and utter pain as her unholy nature weakened against the blades' holy nature. Her eyes lolled to the back of her head for a moment, arms growing limp and falling to her sides, but she'd shake herself back awake. One hand snatched upward and grabbed hold of one of the blades, despite it burning her skin visibly to the eye. She snapped it in half as her decay magic took hold of the weapon's metal, crumbling and weakening it.

    Inward, the air would pull toward her, spiraling around the succubus, creating what looked to be like a 360 degree shield. She gritted her teeth as her hand grabbed the other sword and as she snapped that one in half, uttered out, "Valar morghulis." Marceline tossed the metal away, listening to it clatter to the ground as her decay magic ate it and left nothing behind. Soon, the air that spiraled around her had become a dome, sparking with both life and death energy that had been drawn from the world. The dome flashed outward in a burst of energy, visible waves of energy flashing outward in a 50-meter radius. It blew back the angels that had been caught in its size, throwing them backward and crashing into the crumbled walls. After the second flash-bang created by Marceline, all that could be seen was her form free-falling toward the arena grounds.
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    Re: Wrong Side of Heaven.

    Post by Kite Wilhelm on Tue 12 Jul - 23:50

    Kite Wilhelm
    Faith won’t always save you. My flames will do that instead.

    Kite had thought that the fight was over with the warrior angel, the trial by combat would be over. Kite would watch as the same creature from the compound would materialize and would snatch up the soul of the angel that just fallen in battle. The soul collector would take the harvested soul to it's master for her to eat. ”Man. I could use a bite to eat.“ Kite would say to Marcy jokingly. Truth be told he was hoping that he would run into an angel with a sword of fire or something like that so he could get his munch.

    Unfortunately that wouldn't be the case, Gabriella would make sure that wasn't the case, and instead of upholding her end of the deal for a trial by combat she instead sent out more of her minions to try to deal with the two of them. Kite had already decided to take on the angels that were equipped with light swords and shields while Marcy would deal with the shovel wielding angels. Kite didn't see what happened on her side of the battle field but he did hear Marcy speak, which made him look over to see Marcy standing over the angel she had just slain and her now transformed in an all too familiar form. Kite would stand next to Marcy with his sword leaned against his shoulder and his eyes fixed on the arch angel who was already angered by Marcy's words and calling for a next wave of angels to fight them, the demon invaders. ”It doesn't matter how many you send at as. Why not save us the trouble and fight us yourself?" he would ask her very condescendingly but not a single word would be wasted on Kite. Instead the sound of the gate shattering open would be heard and from it were six angels all with Kite and Marcy targeted. Before they could really grasp they were both surrounded by the angels, one had rammed into Marcy's back from behind. ”Who the hell do you think you're hitting?“ On instinct Kite would grab that angel by the wing but before he could attack himself two angels slammed into him causing him to drop his sword and they took him up towards the sky and fast speeds. Kite would lock his hands on the both of them, ”Oh you wanna go?“ he would say but at the moment there wasn't much he could do, that was until Marcy did something strange and powerful. Kite could see it all happening, Marcy being attacked by the sword wielding angels and her creating a strange orb of light in her hand, a dark light. All of a sudden the light would expand and a dome like structure was created by the immortal and captured all of those that had surrounded her. Next that would happen would be the dome within seconds shrinking down as sudden as it appeared sucking in all that was caught in it, even Kite and the angels that were pushing him in the air could feel the sudden jerk back to the ground and that was Kite's cue to act. Kite would put a hand on both of the angel's head and would knock them together causing them to hit eachothers head. This would cause them to loosen their grip and that is when he would act and use both of his feet to kick the angel back and create some distance. Kite's hand would activate and would call back his Shamash through the gate's of hades once again. With a hard shot Kite would slam shamash into one of the angels and sent it crashing to the stadium floor. The second angel would attempt to slam Kite with his shield but the demon slayer would use his hands to grip the shield and then his arms to lift himself above the angel's defenses and right by it's head. Kite would hold his hands out pointing right at the angel's face at near point blank range a white swirl of fire would surround him, ”Flame Demon's commandment, First!“ he would say as he would send a vortex of his flames onto the angel not only causing damage with his fire but with the impact from it free falling and crashing.

    Once Kite would land on the ground near the angels that he had attacked, the loud laughter of Marcy. Just like the last time he witnessed this from he heard the laugh again but it was suddenly cut off. This made Kite look away from the angels that were getting up over to where Marcy was standing and a look of dread came across his face. He would see Marcy frozen for a moment looking down at the blade of a sword that had pierced her from her back and was sticking out her chest. Kite couldn't react fast enough as another angel ran his blade through her stomach causing more black blood to spill from her. It also caused her to cry out in pain and he noticed it, the all too familiar cracks that spread over her body, like at the cave. As he watched her body begin to grow limb, he would start to head into action but was stopped by the two angels he was fighting, one managed to stab him in his side while the other smashed his face with his shield causing Kite to back away from the sword and have a trickle of blood run from his mouth. Kite's magic aura would flare brilliantly and despite their holy looking nature anyone nearby could feel the fury of his flames. Stone that was used to construct the stadium would melt and the people would feel as if their faces were melting off. The walls began to melt as did the metal shields that any would be holding ”I'm tired of playing games with you! Marcy needs me! Flame Demon's Desolation Fist!“ he would shout he threw his hand forward and from the punch a large Fist made out of fire would slam into the angels and their shields causing them to crack. While they were recovering from that attack he would hold his hands out and cupped in front of him gathering his white flames into a sphere. They would continue to gather and the ball would grow until it was at full size several meters in diameter and scorching hot.  as he lifted large ball of flames over his head and hurled it at them. They both would lift their shields up to defend but the flames were too hot and with how much they melted from his aura the shields would shatter and they would get caught in not only the core of the attack but be pushed to the other side of the stadium where the attack would explode. Once the smoke was clear the two angels would be seen on the ground, their skin and clothes burnt and no motion was to be seen. They were extra crispy now. He was huffing and puffing now from the amount of magic he used, however it was a gust of magic energy from behind him that caused him to spin to see that Marcy had taken to the sky and let lose a large energy blast crushing all that were near it. Kite would begin to run towards where she was falling towards but he wasn't going to make it in time if he just ran. ”Fire rocket!“ he would shout as his flames would add extra propulsion to his lunge towards her. He would catch her in his arms princess style and skid to a stop. He would drop to one knee, using his propped up knee to keep her back propped up at a 45 degree angel with his arms still around her. ”Don't worry I got ya." he would say to her while looking up at Gabriella who was most displeased with what had happened. While she was prepping the next wave Kite would use his flame aura to spread to Marcy to begin to hear her with his low healing aura. ”If you need to rest for a little while I can take the next wave.“
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    Re: Wrong Side of Heaven.

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    Re: Wrong Side of Heaven.

    Post by Guest on Wed 13 Jul - 20:40

    I HAVE BECOME DEATH
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    Marceline happened to giggle at Kite's comment, slurping up the soul that had been given to her by her soul collectors. She smacked her lips tastefully, the cracks on her skin healing up just slightly as the soul patched up her wounds. "Do you know what souls remind me of?" she rhetorically inquired to the mage, sitting up slightly from where he held her. "They remind me a bit like spaghetti, they don't look all that tasty, but they're really fun to slurp up!" She made a slurping sound with her lips, smacked them, and smirked. However, as joking as she was, she sat up fully and cracked her neck, feeling much better compared to earlier. "I appreciate what you do for me; perhaps, a little heroism isn't all that bad for this damsel-in-distress." Another crack of her knuckles, and the slightly injured woman was back on her feet and staring at the angels.

    Her eyes glanced back at the Sabertooth mage, then the smirk became sly and she quickly looked away again. "But no matter what you say, Kite, you're still a cliche superhero," the woman bluntly stated before reaching into her pouch. Snaking her hand out of what seemed to be an infinite source of supplies, the woman bounced a charge lacrima in her hand. Marcy's eyes shifted upward to look at Gabriella, who happened to be sitting in her high throne and watching the battle below. She clucked her tongue and shook her head, gripping the charge lacrima just a bit tighter into the palm of her hand. "Hey, bitch! It was a real pleasure to meet your ass-quaintance!" Marcy called out to the archangel on her seat. Turning around, the immortal wiggled her butt at Gabriella, bounced the lacrima once more in her hand, then chucked it straight at the other woman.

    The second she had thrown the lacrima, it burst into an explosion of fire, crumbling parts of the wall it struck. Marceline grinned wildly and straightened up, dusting off the crimson cloak that was strapped tightly to her neck. She quickly dug into her pocket a second time, coming up with another fire charged lacrima and staring at their new opponents. "How about, instead of whining like a little child over us winning these damn trials by combat, you build a bridge and GET OVER IT!" At the end of her sentence, the mage threw the second of her lacrima charges, watching as it burst when it reached the group of guardian and angelic angels. A few of the angelic were thrown to the side from the explosion of the lacrima, but the guardian angels managed to see through it. Marcy pursed her lips a little, then flicked her wrist off to the side before bringing it up over her head and curling her fingers.

    A chain burned into her hair, sparks of hell fire floating to the ground as the links formed and connected together. Once the entire weapon had been summoned, she snapped her hand to the right, the chain rattling as it was flung outward. As long as it was, the weapon unfurled beneath the grouped angels, kicking up dust and remaining unmoved by Marceline. Seconds later, the chains fell apart into their separate links, and each one came flying back to their mistress's hands. Holding the shuriken-shaped blades, the woman's red optics floated upward to stare at the angels who stared back at her. Another flick of her wrist and the first of the blades landed smack dab in the middle of one of angelic angels' head. The second followed after quickly, but it wasn't aimed directly at the angel's head, instead it scoured deep in another angel's arm.

    Marcy sent a third shuriken at the same angel the second blade had latched onto, cutting deep into the angel's chest. As the first angelic angel fell, the second would follow, its heart pierced harshly by the demoness from her attack. Her eyes snapped toward a third of the angelics, her hips swinging as she moved and flicked the remaining three blades at him. Struck dead on in the head, the third targeted angel fell to the ground, blood dripping from his forehead when he landed. The remaining two blades managed to hitch inside the guardian angels' forearms, resulting in getting them angry. Swiftly Marceline raised a hand and the chain links shook, until they tore out of the flesh that they were lodged in. They came flying back to the succubus, forming back into the familiar chain whip and wrapping nicely around her hand.

    She unhitched her own whip from its place on her belt and cracked its bladed thong, the metal resounding in the air. "You know, I had a good pun for this fight, but all I could recall was that it had a good punch line!" she laughed allowed. Swinging her whip, the woman snagged the blades into the bodice of one of the guardian angels and dragged her near her. Ripping her hand behind her, the whip released its victim, causing the angel to spin and become dizzy, charging after Marceline. "Oh, sugar, we're going down swinging!" Marcy laughed again, this time a bit more genuinely as the blades of her whip latched onto the angel again. Dragging the angel ever closer to her, the woman narrowly dodged her opponent's attack, only to plant a kiss on her lips. The skin where Marceline had touched her began to decay at her touch, peeling off of the angel in slow agony.

    Keeping their lips pressed together, the succubus would hold her victim in place, one hand on her face, the other gripping an arm tightly. As the skin peeled away like a banana peel, blood trickled down the frail skin of the beautiful angel and to the ground. Marcy's own lips were soon coated with the blood that spilled from the angel's mouth, covering her neck and chest. At long last, the woman broke the kiss and tossed the angel aside, letting the weak-willed being crash to the ground. Her gaze would sweep from the appalled crowd, to the remaining three angels that stood in front of the duo. "You're just on the righteous side of Hell, and, baby, this is my domain," the demoness uttered to the three of them. A smirk once again splayed across her lips and she couldn't help, but feel just a tiny bit proud of herself right now.
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    Re: Wrong Side of Heaven.

    Post by Kite Wilhelm on Fri 15 Jul - 23:01

    Kite Wilhelm
    Faith won’t always save you. My flames will do that instead.

    Kite's gaze would remain locked on Gabriella as he held onto Marcy for a little longer than he probably should have. The area on his skin that was holding her was tingling from the battle of his flame aura and her decay magic that was going on. However the part of his pant leg that was pressed against her as well as the area of his shirt didn't get so lucky. There were several holes in his shirt including one giant one near his ribs and from the knee down on his pant leg was gone. Marcy would sit up and away from Kite's grip and surprisingly make a joke of sorts. She would describe to him what a soul was like, they didn't look tasty as she mentioned but she did describe them to be like spaghetti and were fun to slurp down. Kite would smirk from this, ”Kinda like flames, but they are more like soup then spaghetti.“ he would say bringing his thought to life through his words. What happened next was completely unexpected, Marcy had not only thanked him for saving her but had also went as far as to refer to herself as a damsel in distress. The words would leave Kite in a state of shock during which she would stand up and start to talk smack on the angel that had been putting them through absolute hell but if it were only smack talk it wouldn't have been so unexpected, but when Marcy shook her ass at the the angel was baffling for sure, but the sound of an explosion would shake Kite awake and the heat of fire would make him realize he could eat. Kite would inhale sucking in both air as well as the fire into his stomach. The heat of these flames would fill his gut completely cause his body temperature to rise. ”Hehe, thanks for the food Marcy. Hit the spot.“ he would say to her but her attention was else where and soon Kite's was as well. Coming at them from where the broken gates were another squad of angels. There were seven in total five angelic warriors and two of those angels that wielded light swords and shield. Kite would stand ready and let his aura rise again creating an insane amount of heat. Before he would attempt to fight he would glare at Gabriella, ”Come fight us yourself coward.“ but Marcy had a different idea in how to engage them, she would hurl another lacrima bomb at the angels. The blast caught most of them in it but the guardian angels defended against it. Marcy was on a roll and with her hands over her head she would summon a weapon forth, crackling could be heard until the item was fully manifested. In her hand was a long chain whip but it didn't remain in that form for long. Kite would watch as the chain links would drop to the ground and form ninja stars, and with accuracy she would throw the projectile weapons at the angels causing some serious damage to the lot of them.

    Kite wasn't sure what had gotten into her but he was enjoying the battle mania that Marcy was displaying but she had decimated more than half of the angel horde and this wouldn't do. Kite would flare his aura and let his fire rocket shoot him over to the angels and just as one was going to attempt to attack Marcy like a fool. Kite would intercept the angel warrior with a stiff flying kick which would send the angel flying back himself. ”I'm about to show you rejects that you are on the wrong side of heaven.“ he would say putting his arms to his sides and instead of his flame like aura a different aura would appear. Surrounding his body in a tight aura was a blue color and a surge of power would flood Kite's muscles. Kite was activating his inner power that was still a mystery to him but the angels were about to find out how terrible it was for them. Now that he unlocked his power Kite let his flames release themselves, the white was outlined with the blue aura and was just as hot as before. Using it one last time Kite would use fire rocket to race towards the one of the angel warriors who would swing his sword in an attempt to counter Kite but it would be of no use, the angel would realize just how slow he was and instead would hold up his sword to block the incoming attack. Kite would slam his open palm into the sword with so much force it would be pushed back into the angel's face breaking his nose in the process and the angel would crash into the ground. The angel that he had kicked would then attempt to take Kite out next but Kite would raise his sword and block the strike and then use his a side push kick to knock the air out of the angel. The next would be the angel with the light sword to come at Kite. A mistake, Kite's sword would smash into the angel's light shield and unlike any other time he had done this, it wasn't just the weight of the sword to be a problem. The force of his blows had increased two fold and the ground would crack under the force of the strike, Kite would reach down and grab the shield of the angel and with brute force would tear the shield out of the angels grip. The angel would reach for it but would reconsider as Kite's blade came down and up catching the angel in the side and sending him spinning in the air. Kite would use his free hand like a hammer into the back of the angel and sent him back into the ground face first. Kite was ready to finish this and thus he held his weapon over his head and was about to bring it down but the angel was smart enough use it's wings to lift Kite and his heavy sword into the air. "Warriors prepare an attack. I'll" he would say which the angels would comply and would gather below them. ”Nope.“ Kite would thrust his head forward and headbutt the angel which caused the grip from around his own waist to loosen. He would slam his fist and then sword into the angel sending it crashing into the other two.

    The blue aura around him would vanish but that wouldn't usher in anything but the end of his little boost. Kite would pull out an explosive lacrima that was charged with fire and would push it into the slot of his sword. Dropping down to the ground above them Kite would slam his sword downwards which would create a Large explosion to occur and would send all caught in the blast flying away from him. and luckily in the same direction. ”Flame Demon's Rage!“ he would shout as a plume of flames would pour from Kite's mouth and slam into the opposition. ”Ha so who's...“ Next. The word was going to be next but before he could say anything, a large blast of light would be launched and in the direction of Marcy. Not a word would be said, Kite would jump with all his might and land between Marcy and the blast, he would face her as the blast would smash into his back and would send him crashing into one of the nearby walls face first. The wall would break from the force of impact and Kite would be belly down.

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    Re: Wrong Side of Heaven.

    Post by Guest on Sat 16 Jul - 2:02

    I HAVE BECOME DEATH
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    Marceline giggled and even smiled a little at Kite's comment, "yeah, I suppose so. . . if that's how flames are to you." However, the talk between them would come to an as he inhaled the fumes and flames of the explosion that she caused. Her eyes watched as a blue aura formed around the Sabertooth mage and pulsated with each intake of the flames. She scrunched her eyebrows together, not familiar with what was known as "Demon Force;" in fact, she hadn't even known it existed. Curiously, the woman continued to watch as he thanked her for the meal, then turned on the three remaining angels. Eyes growing wide, Marcy ogled him as he launched himself at the three angels all at once, nailing on with a kick. Instinctively, the mage bit her lip and could not tear her eyes from the battle that was now ensuing between her partner and their opponents.

    Red optics darted from orientation to orientation as the angels flew around the arena, kept busy by the Demon Forced Kite. She did not join in on the battle, having taken out most of the angels in the beginning stage of this wave, and kept to herself. Her fingers laced together and worked at picking each other, her teeth mindlessly chewing on her bottom lip. Was she a bit worried with what was going on? Perhaps she was, as she didn't understand the full concept of her partner's magic. Just how destructive could he get, and what was to be expected when they were both demons standing on holy ground? They tainted the name of their species, ran it through the ground, so that it could not longer get back up. A loud cracking noise drew Marceline's attention back from her reverie, watching as the earth below them split open.

    All enemies down for the count, Kite had turned just in time for Gabriella to send a blast of light in Marcy's direction. His sentence cut short, the dark mage could only watch in slow motion as he leapt in front of the oncoming attack. The blast quickly struck him and sent him flying into the arena's wall behind her, where all she did was stand there in disbelief. Her body was stuck, unmoving, like something had it locked in place, so she couldn't see the devastation behind her. Even though she did not move, a loud, piercing wail entered the air, nearly comparable to that of a banshee's scream. In a matter of milliseconds, her body a disintegrated into ash, transferring her over to Kite and reforming her at his side. She knelt down and extended a hand toward him warily, ignorant that her touch could injure him more than the blast did.

    The cry seemingly became louder and black lines crawled down her skin beneath the immortal's eyes like spider legs. Pulling her hand from Kite's back, the wailing stopped as abruptly as it had started and she stood somberly to her feet. Once more, her body disintegrated into ash and traveled her to the side of Gabriella before the archangel could effectively react. Knife-like claws snagged the hair of the angel, gripping it tightly, and picked her up harshly by the clump of strands. A pained cry escaped the archangel's lips and her hands reached up to grapple at the hold Marceline had of her. Like a heartbeat, the insignia on Marcy's back pulsated with the rage that coursed through her black-blooded veins. With B-ranked force, the woman tossed Gabriella to the side, ramming her into the pillars that held the canopy above.

    608/1000 HP - Gabriella

    Her knife-like claws gripped onto the ankle of the angel, dragging her from her dazed place and bringing her up, hanging upside down. Marceline's pupils dilated into slits and raising the angel up to her eye level, the woman spoke in a demonic tone, "the eyes are the windows to the soul. . ." Gabriella's own eyes grew wide in terror as she was captivated by the glowing, red optics of her captor. The woman's mouth was let agape, but no scream came from her lips, just a silent 'O' shape as she was captured by Marcy's eyes. Nostrils flaring, Marcy threw Gabriella again, this time out into the arena and quickly slashed her fingers through the air three times. Blades of death energy went flying straight toward the angel, cutting through her body as she went tumbling downward. However, Gabriella reacted quickly, flashing out her wings and stopping her fall in a matter of seconds after the attack.

    359.1/1000 HP - Gabriella

    Marceline launched herself at Gabriella, hands reaching outward, but the angel had swiftly sent an attack out. A cry emitted from Marcy as she was hit, sending her backward a bit and causing her to shake her head, locking eyes with her again. Once more, the archangel was locked in place, unable to move, her eyes darting around like she was seeing things. Beating her wings, the demoness floated toward Gabriella, circling her and smirking before wrapping her fingers around her neck. "You'll make a beautiful trophy in my castle," the woman murmured to the angel, gripping her throat tighter, claws digging into her skin. Bending her down slightly, the woman slammed her into the ground with B-ranked force, clearly not in that great of a mood. Raising a hand, Marceline snagged her claws into the throat of Gabriella, then ripped it out in a matter of seconds.

    0/1000 HP - Gabriella

    Letting out a huff of air, the succubus stood slowly to her feet, the esophagus of Gabriella held in her hand. Blood trickled from her fingers and splattered to the ground, the piece of flesh dangling from her claws like a captured piece of prey. She released it from her hand, letting it splat onto the ground with a sickening sound, and she slowly turned around to face Kite. Her succubus form receded from her, the bone palettes peeling away from her skin and disappearing back into her tattoo. The wings that were splayed outward curled against her back, and the insignia pulsated once, until the wings, too, disappeared. Weakly, Marceline walked toward Kite in the nude, then plopped down at his side and placed her hands against him, rolling him over. "Kitty?" her voice came out hoarse and her red optics appeared to even be a bit watery; in spite of her words of worry, there wasn't a damn thing she could do.
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